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Tips For A Successful Therapeutic Exhumation

from Nutshell Studies of Unexplained Death by EXNUN

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    “Nutshell Studies of Unexplained Death” is an album mixes hardcore punk’s ferocity with extreme metal’s dark, poetic complexity.

    Musically it deconstructs all the basic elements of punk, hardcore, grind, death metal, noise, thrash and black metal and puts the pieces together in a nonconforming post-modern way while sound-wise staying raw and old school.

    Lyrically this is an album about the normalization of collective insanity and how our twisted, unrealistic definition of the “normal” affects the mental health of the individuals and the society. Today the system we live in pushes us further into a soul crushing monotony and sameness filled with a horrifying suppressed anxiety. Everyday we ignore our emotions and try to meet unrealistic expectations of the society whose only fundamental value is money. We don’t know where we are, what we are and why do we live because we compleletly forgot our universal cosmic roots. Overwhelming feeling of powerlessness and desperation it creates on every individual gets us little bit closer to inhumanity everyday and since everybody is trying to act like everything is ok, everyone of us thinks “something should be wrong with me” while the only thing being wrong is living in a system which values the money and power more than love, happiness, beauty, meaning, truth and freedom.

    Album takes its name from “The Nutshell Studies of Unexplained Death” which is a series of nineteen intricately designed dollhouse-style dioramas of actual murder scenes, created by Frances Glessner Lee (1878–1962), a pioneer in forensic science.

    Lyrics of the songs are seperate poems while the actual vocal lines recorded on the album are just selected words and lines from the poems and inscrutable screams emphasizes emotion more than meaning.

    The album is recorded in Istanbul by the band, mixed by Taylor Young at The Pit Recording Studio and mastered by Brad Boatright at Audiosiege.

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lyrics

Tips for A Successful Therapeutic Exhumation

My left eye fell off the other day
The wrong technique
Thirty four pig carrions
And my old man necrotic hunched back
You’d always complain
About the stench
But flesh flies I thought were
Much worse
I dropped my wallet on
Grave dirt
While chasing a crack-head
Grudge fey
I was high on my leash
It was tight on my
Crooked neck
Don’t care
About cash
But my ID was in there

“You could’ve been more thougtful”
It just broke loose, okay?
From the loosened bundle of tendons and veins
Fell from its swolen socket now flooded in ooze

Unless he needs another fix
Sid -The Fey- wouldn’t say much things
He saw my eye ball sunken sad
Convulsing in pain next to my feet
With a crimson muscly tail
Poor thing soaked in cheap beer snot
Slowly flexing its moist vile wings
And there goes Sid:
“Dude just please,
You need to deal
With this shit
Right here”

We arrive at the graveyard
A rehearsed dry cloudburst from hell just brakes loose
A broken little brass bell of a safety coffin
Starts to ring on the far end of this acre of Satan
Poorly reserved childhood-flesh-grave-dirt
All the moss grown tomb stones starts to tremble
No one knows who fears whom the most
But all the little brass bells
With a dead hand on the other end
Starts to tintinnabulate*

*: (One might think Poe would have described)

Great mausoleum of
Public restroom masturbations
With little gothic marble seraph engravings
With their little marble penises in their cute heretic holy hands

All the swollen angels with tar drooling wounds
I tricked
Circles me
Playing drop the handkerchief

Dark horses and mad cows
With eyeless severed heads
I stitched
Pulling a young me
From all quarters
Tearing him
Phantom limb from phantom limb

Reanimated restless corpses
All the villagers
I gentrify then genocide
In my tantrum episode daydreams

Little gleaming black flowers
Broken pieces of the looking glass
Self-loathing blood stains floating around
An Eastern ghost smirking right behind
The gallery of my validated second hand musty dead skins

The rent money
I stole from mom’s purse hanging from a naked lonesome dead-blue vein tree in the distance
Upon a desolate ancient benevolent farctured tumor
With the pocket money
Mom stole from me
On the next branch

A dry, suffocating wind
Makes a sweatpants with a ripped knee
Float in the heavy air
Like a glitch boogie fruit bat

All the beds I’ve ever peed on in my sleep
Making a parade
Wearing their toxic yellow, radioactive green, rotten egg black colors
In a maternal vanity

Smouldering dark clouds
Sister’s rightful teen angst
From all the broken childhood dreams
It’s raining baby me

A colossal ethereal monument
My dad with a knive in his hand
In the middle of the night
With a fallen stuffed pepper saucepan on the ground

One tomb for my drunk mom
Another for the sober one

With a cacophonous symphony
No, a harmonious free jazz
Of a dry cloudburst and macabre brass bells
Rises the sarcophagus
Completely covered with a miasmal mycelium
In its own little terrarium of the fetid necrophagous
Glow-in-the-dark fungi forest
Of fluorescent undead
An effigy for my nightmares
Of ghastly undelivered bills
That still haunt my dreams
By bursting into my face
Made out of a species of limestone
Used among the Greeks
For making coffins
Which consumes in a few weeks
The flesh of the bodies deposited in it

So hereby lies the tomb of
The house by the shit creek

Thirty four thousand lengthy black tongues
Creeping on to each other’s soggy swirled lumps
Drown us -My left eye ball, Sid The Fey and I
In this sludgy Abyss called
The Unsafe

Now, Unsafe is a dark, dark word
Darker than it sounds
It’s the ubiquiotus feeling of no one’ll ever be around
When you need the most
When you are a former host of
The house by the shit creek

Well I don’t want to spend a second here
More than I have to
Depascent Unsafe makes my nose bleed
I find my old room

“This should be the cursed heart”
I say to my friends

Here is the
height marks
Here is the
loud nights
Here is the
hide spots
Here is the
first smoke
Here is the
punk tapes
Here is the
spoiled toys
Here comes
The white noise

“And this is the very room you born guys”

But I’m done spending my life trying to make this house make sense
Sid, pass me the matches
I’ll reduce this fucker to ashes

And I say “Oh, what the hell”
Since we are the ones who keep coming back
We could burn might as well

Here goes another dead skin


Hey,
Is that my wallet?

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from Nutshell Studies of Unexplained Death, released June 9, 2023

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EXNUN:
Can Temiz: Bass, Vocals
Ersin Çağlayan: Guitars, Vocals
Ozan Çam: Guitars, Vocals
Aberrant Engin: Drums

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